Sehän nyt on kautta aikojen ollut enemmän kuin selvää että suomalainen ei osaa tiukan paikan tullen nostaa itseään esille. Toisilla on se taito pompata pinnalle ja päätyä kaiken maailman vastuutehtäviin ja ehkä jopa päätyä politiikan estraadeille. Siitä vaan. Minä olen luonnolta sellainen, joka jättää mieluummin vastuuhommat ja johtotehtävät toisille. Paitsi että mielelläni olisin emäntänä omassa kodissa. Siitä taitaa saada vain haaveilla... Mutta joo.. Minä piirrän, maalaan, teen kuvanmuokkausta: Photoshop on hallussa ja jos joku kohta tökkää google auttaa, etenkin jos englanti on hallinnassa. Julkaisugrafiikkaa. Illustrator ja Indesign. Esitteitä syntyy jos tarvitaan, kaikenlaisia lippuja, lappuja, mainoksia... Verkkoviestintä eli kotisivujen tekeminen ja muokkaaminen. Tässä jonkinlainen esimerkki siitä mitä aikaan saan. Muutama muukin sivu on tullut tehtyä, ehtisi vain ylläpitämään niitä. Esim. Pielisen Kaluste ja Sola saippua.
It has been clear for ever, that a Finn, even when situation calls for it, can't praise oneself. Some have that talent to jump on bandwagon and end to every job where one has to be responsible, even get to stages of politics. Be my guest. I'm one of those who rather leaves responsibilities and leading to others. Except being a lady of own home would be nice. Oh, dream on about that... But well. I draw, paint, do photomanipulation: knowing photoshop and if needed, can find help with google. Reading and writing english has it's value. Publishing. Illustrator and InDesign are familiar. Brochures and leaflets if needed, advertisements, information pages... Webdesigning as making and modification of webpages. This page being an example. Several pages been done too, just doesn't have time to update them as much as needed. Few of them: Pielisen Kaluste and Sola saippua.
Dr. Jackson: This tastes like chicken.
Capt. Carter: So what's wrong with it?
Dr. Jackson: It's macaroni and cheese.
[SG-1 is hunting an invisible beast called a "fenri"]
Teal'c: We will find them most vulnerable when they hover.
Dr. Jackson: Hover? Like a hummingbird?
Teal'c: With teeth.
Dr. Jackson: Hathor?
Col. O'Neill:You've heard of her?
Dr. Jackson: Hathor was the Egyptian goddess of fertility, inebriety, and music.
Col. O'Neill: Sex, drugs, and rock n' roll?
Dr. Jackson: In a manner of speaking.
Dr. Jackson: So, what exactly are we going to see after this eclipse begins? I mean, it is black, and it is a hole...
Col. O'Neill: Well, it might be a black hole.
Dr. Jackson: Okay. Let me put that a different way...
Capt. Carter: You can actually see matter spiralling towards it...
Col. O'Neill: Actually, it's called the Accretion disc.
Dr. Jackson: You can see why the local population would be afraid of i...What did you just say?!
Col. O'Neill: It's just an astronomical term.
Capt. Carter: You didn't think the colonel had a telescope on his roof just to look at the neighbors did you?
Col. O'Neill: [to Teal'c] not initially...
Robot Jack: Somebody stole my life. That's what happened.
Jack O'Neill: You talking about my life?
Robot Jack: Hey! I've got every right to it that you do!
Col. O'Neill: Teal'c, look scary and take point.
Dr. Jackson: Well, I guess we'll have to hold up here awhile till things calm down.
Teal'c: Things will not calm down, Daniel Jackson. They will in fact calm up.
Fro'tak: You are the warriors of the Tau'ri? I am Fro'tak of the High Cliffs.
Col. O'Neill: Jack of the Windy City.
Col. Maybourne: Teal'c! It's good to see you well.
Teal'c: In my culture, I would be well within my rights to dismember you.
Col. Maybourne: Well, isn't that...interesting.
[Teal'c and Col. O'Neill have just returned to the SGC through the Stargate]
Gen. Hammond: How did it go?
Teal'c: [in Col. O'Neill's body] It did not go well, Gen. Hammond.
Col. O'Neill: [in Teal'c's body, sarcastically] Ya think?
Dr. Jackson: So what's the plan?
Col. O'Neill: Find the Stargate.
Dr. Jackson: Find the Stargate? That's the plan?
Col. O'Neill: Elegant in its simplicity, don't you think?
Col. O'Neill: All right, so it's possible there's an alternate version of myself out there that actually understands what the hell you're talking about?
Col. O'Neill: What the hell does "kree" mean?
Dr. Jackson: Well, actually it means a lot of things. Loosely translated it means "attention", "listen up", "concentrate"…
Col. O'Neill: "Yoo-hoo?"
Dr. Jackson: Yes, in a manner of speaking.
Dr. Jackson: It was a procedure often done in the Middle Ages. They…well, they'd drill a hole in the person's head. By drilling a hole the evil spirits are released, thus saving the person from eternal damnation.
Col. O'Neill: Thus…saving the person?
Dr. Jackson: Well, they didn't call them the Dark Ages because it was dark.
Vala: Try playing hard to get.
Lt. Colonel Mitchell: Man, look who's talking.
Lt. Colonel Mitchell: Room full of gold and jewels, and Dr. Daniel Jackson finds the one book.
Prior: Origin will guide you on this path, and those who revere its wisdom shall be uplifted. I have come to spread the word to the unbelievers who have been... sheltered, and raised by evil.
Lt. Colonel Mitchell: [whispering to General Landry] You have no idea how much he sounds like my grandma.
Teal'c: Colonel Mitchell. At times you remind me of O'Neill.
Lt. Colonel Mitchell: Ah, well, I'll take that as a compliment.
Teal'c: As you wish.
Dr. Jackson: The next idea we come up with has to be outside the box.
Lt. Colonel Carter: Okay, the gate is composed of individual units. The—There must be some sort of energy linkage between them, like a—like a chain.
Vala: Exactly, so we—
Lt. Colonel Mitchell: So we need a big ol' set of bolt cutters.
Dr. Jackson: Oooh. Too far outside the box. Get closer to the box.
Lt. Colonel Mitchell: Well while we're at it, why don't we just assume I can fly?
Dr. Lee: Oh, actually, I have been working on a theory...
[Lt. Colonel Mitchell has just completed a lengthy dissertation on how to make an avocado omelette as General Landry arrives]
Lt. Colonel Mitchell: General, we were just exchanging recipes.
General Landry: Has the prisoner offered anything?
Lt. Colonel Mitchell: No sir, the man doesn't even have a decent pie crust.
Lt. Colonel Mitchell: That was alternate reality. This is alternate dimension. Hell, all I need is a good time-travel adventure, and I've scored the SG-1 trifecta.
Lt. Colonel Carter: [regarding McKay] You know, Cam, he's not wrong. As much as it pains me to say it, the data from our first attempt supports his argument.
Lt. Colonel Mitchell: Well, like my grandma used to say, "if at first you don't succeed…"
Lt. Colonel Carter: [wryly] "…try a larger thermonuclear reaction?"
Lt. Colonel Mitchell: Her words exactly.
Lt. Col. Mitchell: [to Vala, after Daniel downloaded Merlin's consiousness into his mind] The hard part of this team is not risking your own life, it's watching your friends take chances with theirs.
Congratulations, now you're really one of us.
[Carter is trying some of Mitchell's homemade macaroons]
Lt. Col. Mitchell: Pretty good, huh?
Lt. Col. Carter: Actually, they are pretty good
Lt. Col. Mitchell: [looking at Carter's face] You hate it.
Lt. Col. Carter: Yup, sorry.
Lt. Col. Mitchell: Well, to each their own.